A World That Feels Somewhat Nostalgic

After leaving the medical department, Luo Zhen realized that he actually had no idea where he should go.

Go back to his room?

Then he could only play games or practice magecraft, and he was in no mood for that right now.

Go to the library?

He had already read all the books there, even memorizing them backward and forward.

Meanwhile, Olga Marie, Roman, Da Vinci, and the others were rushing around because of Mashu's situation. The rest of Chaldea's staff and technicians were busy with their own work as well, and even places like the training grounds had stopped operating because of resource allocation. At present, Luo Zhen had nowhere to go at all.

No, it was more accurate to say that he didn't know where he should go.

In the past, Luo Zhen might have been happy with this arrangement. He could enjoy some peace and quiet, either playing games or practicing magecraft, and would never have been afraid of having nothing to do.

But now, Luo Zhen felt no inclination to do anything at all. Everywhere he went felt meaningless. He could only stare blankly at the corridor, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

When Luo Zhen finally came to himself, he discovered that he had somehow ended up sitting on a bench, staring vacantly ahead. It was as if he had forgotten the passage of time, his mind completely blank, and he had no idea how long he had been sitting there.

What brought him back to his senses, however, was not a person.

"Fou."

With a cute cry, Fou had appeared in front of Luo Zhen at some point. Standing there and looking up at him, he called out while gazing at Luo Zhen with a pair of innocent eyes